Let Me Draw a Card In the Infinite World

After confirming that Fu Xiangxiang was firmly tied up, the black figure stood there for a while again. It was certain that time was running out. Even if Fu Xiangxiang had shrunk into a ball and rolled, it would be impossible for Fu Xiangxiang to return before nine o'clock and turn around and walk towards the alleyway.

Fu Xiangxiang thought of saying that in front of Qin Shisan that he could climb back even if he climbed, he felt his cheeks get hot.

Hey, does it have to come so fast?

After confirming that the person had gone far, Fu Xiangxiang poked a few times on the screen of his arm with the tip of his chin, entered the storage box of "Cool Hero Killing", and clicked on the card he had drawn before.

[Make sure to use [N. Item] nail clippers. 】

Fu Xiangxiang held the small nail clippers in his hand, and tried very hard to cut the cloth strip that bound his wrist with his backhand. It was a pity that this item card was not a pair of scissors.

Fortunately, although the nail clippers are not that easy to use, they are bladed. If you cut them a few times, the cloth strip will be broken.

Fu Xiangxiang, who had recovered his freedom, didn't think much about it, and hurried to the courtyard.

When I came to the entrance of the Dazayuan, I was about to raise my hand and knock on the door. The screen of my arm lit up and the time displayed: nine o'clock in the evening.

Fu Xiangxiang is speechless: Spicy Chicken copy wants to **** me!

The door in front of him opened, and Fu Xiangxiang looked at Xiaoyong inside the door.

Seeing that it was her, Xiaoyong's calm and unwavering eyes widened slightly, and his pale little face was rarely surprised.

Fu Xiangxiang can only show his hands to him: "No one wants this kind of thing to happen."

At this time, the residents in the courtyard heard the movement and came out of their houses one after another. Seeing that she was still standing outside the door, they all showed a look of horror and worry:

"Little Fu, why are you still standing outside, Little Fu?"

"Xiangxiang, come back soon!"

"When I saw that you didn't turn on the light in your room, I thought you went to bed early. How could you be so late?"

…

Fu Xiangxiang's gaze swept across the panicked faces one by one, but he was still calm: "I..."

The rest of the words could not be said, she suddenly felt a cold chill from above her head. She looked up and saw that the black mist that had appeared before was coming as expected, hovering down from the top of her head and spreading little by little. Shoulders, arms...

Fu Xiangxiang felt that his entire back was soaked with cold, as if he was wrapped in a wet quilt from behind, and his whole body was cold and gloomy.

In the next second, the white and shiny arms in the black mist slowly stretched out, and gently and gently climbed onto her shoulders.

Fu Xiangxiang couldn't help but shivered, and quickly clicked on the screen that had been prepared.

[Confirm the use of [R. Figure] Fa Xiaohai. 】

A light golden light effect flashed, and Fa Xiaohai turned out to be with his bare head.

The palm-sized monk is dressed in a red gold robes, with his left hand pointed to the chest, a string of black gold beads wrapped around his palm, and a nine-ring tin rod in his right hand. The four iron rods on the head of the rod are glowing with silver light in the dark. , The nine golden rings collided with each other with the movement of the stick-bearer, making a clear and joyful metal sound.

Fu Xiangxiang was shocked for a second by this pulling wind's appearance, and he hurriedly said, "Fa Xiaohai, Chong Duck!"

Fa Xiaohai bowed his head and bowed to her respectfully, "Poor monk obey orders!"

When he raised his head again, the monk no longer saw courtesy in his eyes, and only a chill was left.

King Kong glared, and the Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows.

Fa Xiaohai spoke to the black mist violently, with an unstoppable anger in his voice: "Enchanting! I can tell at a glance that you are not a human being, so you can just grab it!"

The black mist seemed to flinch in his terrifying shout, and the area covered by the black mist instantly became much smaller.

Fu Xiangxiang was excited, just wanting to call for this majestic little monk.

Fa Xiaohai placed the nine-ring tin stick across his chest and flew forward.

The small figure used the tin stick to tap the arms in the black mist very quickly, and then took a few steps gently, twisting the Buddha beads between the left palms, and shouting in a low voice: "Dawei Tianlong, The Lord Jizo..."

Fa Xiaohai's body was a masterpiece of golden light in an instant, and countless arrows condensed from golden light in the light struck the black mist with scorching light. A woman's screams came from the black mist, and those snow-white arms concealed suddenly. In the dark fog. After that, the black mist was broken by the arrow of light, scattered around, and then suddenly tightened from the top, turning into a small black mass surrounded by mist.

The little black group seemed to have no power to fight against a ruthless person like Fa Xiaohai, and tried to escape with a few violent jumps.

"Where can the evildoer escape!"

Fa Xiaohai also pointed to the black fog that was vacant. The black fog suddenly seemed to be dragged by an invisible rope, and couldn't escape no matter what.

The corners of Fa Xiaohai's lips raised slightly: "I see how you can escape!"

Fa Xiaohai raised his hand and threw it vigorously. The tin rod in his hand suddenly shot. The nine golden rings on the tip of the stick clashed, but the small staff seemed to carry the power of a mighty thunder and flew straight towards the black mist.

However, in the next second, a small figure swooped forward and stood in front of the little black group.

It's Xiaoyong!

The tin rod offensive like a rainbow, with a puff of piercing through Xiaoyong's chest, Xiaoyong's little figure suspended in the air let out a dull howl, and a circle of white light smoldering outward appeared on the injured position of his chest. Wherever they were scattered, Xiao Yong's body also became more and more shallow, like a phantom that could be broken with one prick.

A more mournful wailing came from the black mist. The mist suddenly turned into a cat with exploded fur, and it sprinted in the sky above Xiaoyong. The tin stick was chasing after him tightly. Can't let go.

It’s just that Fa Xiaohai’s nine-ring tin rod after a heavy blow, seems to have weakened a lot in speed and power, and the black mist was also quite jealous of Fa Xiaohai, and he dared not attack directly. In the dark.

"Amitabha Buddha!" ​​Seeing that the black mist had fled away, Fa Xiaohai said the Buddha's name with his hands together, and turned to look at Fu Xiangxiang: "Donor, the time limit for the poor monk is approaching."

Each limited card can only be used once, and then it will disappear. Fu Xiangxiang was originally curious about how this "one time" was defined, but now it seems to be based on time. It has been about five minutes since Fa Xiaohai appeared to the present.

Although Fa Xiaohai is short, it is quite powerful.

Fu Xiangxiang was very satisfied with his performance and sincerely thanked him: "Thank you for your help."

Fa Xiaohai nodded in return: "It is the duty of the poor monk to cast down demons and eliminate demons."

"Then he...will he die?" Fu Xiangxiang looked at Xiaoyong, who was getting lighter and lighter, with some complicated feelings.

Fa Xiaohai raised his eyebrows slightly: "The resentful spirit is not a mortal, so how could it die? It just originated in the heaven and the earth, and then scattered in the heaven and the earth."

"It's a bit pitiful..." Fu Xiangxiang said frankly. Although Xiaoyong is a resentful spirit who has lived in the compound for a long time, but the resentful spirit itself does not have the ability to attack, presumably he has never really hurt other people.

"Never mind!" Fa Xiaohai's sleeves slid, and the nine-ring tin rod turned several times in his palm, turning into a purple gold bowl.

The little monk opened his thin lips slightly, chanting a spell, and Xiaoyong suddenly turned into a plume of white smoke and plunged into the golden bowl in his palm.

Fu Xiangxiang was taken aback: "You are..."

Is this to bring him back to be suppressed under the Leifeng Pagoda? !

Fa Xiaohai saw her puzzled, and explained: "I have used the Death Curse to save him. After he has spent seven days in the impoverished monk's purple golden bowl, he can go to the way of reincarnation and re-enter the reincarnation after the soul is restored."

Fu Xiangxiang didn't expect that Fa Xiaohai's serious appearance also had a soft heart. His heart was touched, and his words of thanks were a bit more sincere than before: "Master is really compassionate, thank you Master."

Fa Xiaohai read the Buddha's name: "Don’t be polite to the donor. If the donor is satisfied with the poor monk’s service, you can leave your five-star praise in the APP!"

After speaking, he smiled at Fu Xiangxiang and disappeared in front of her.

Fu Xiangxiang: "..."

This card person is also very dedicated!

As Fa Xiaohai left, Fu Xiangxiang had time to cast his sights on the people in the courtyard.

The mortal NPCs in this world can't see Fu Xiangxiang's system plug-in. Whether it is the light screen on her arm or the Qin Shisan and Fa Xiaohai that drilled out of the screen, they did not see it.

As a result, the people in the compound courtyard five minutes ago only saw Fu Xiangxiang trapped by the black fog outside the courtyard. When he was about to be killed, the black fog suddenly screamed, and wanted to escape, but who knew that he could not escape but was restrained. Then Xiao Yong suddenly rushed out, as if hit by something, his whole person became more and more blurred, and the black mist took the opportunity to slip away.

Then, Fu Xiangxiang said a few inexplicable words to the air, and that Xiaoyong turned into white smoke and disappeared.

At this moment, the people in the courtyard looked at Fu Xiangxiang with complicated eyes, full of emotions such as shock, admiration, doubt, fear, etc., as if the person in front of them was not a rural girl who went to work in the city, but a monster with three heads and six arms.

Fu Xiangxiang opened his mouth and scratched his head: "So what, do you have anything to ask?"

Everyone looked at each other, and it was obvious that they were full of words, but no one dared to ask. Finally, Zhang Kai pretended to say: "Little Fu, you... why are you okay?"

Fu Lili added: "Who were you talking to just now?"

Aunt Li couldn't help but: "What's the matter with Xiao Yong? Where did he go?"

Fu Xiangxiang glanced at the (75/100) progress bar on the screen, and decided to install it for a while, stupid: "I don't know. Maybe my life is a bit hard. Since childhood, fortune tellers said I am not afraid of those ghosts and gods. ."

Everyone recalled the black mist dumplings that ran wildly before, and fell into autism: Is this a bit hard? Is your life a granite!

"Who was I talking to just now? Hey, I'm a timid person, and I'll be scared to talk nonsense when I come across something terrifying."

Everyone looked at her as if her face was not flushed or breathing, and she was calm and calm: Is this timid? I believe in your evil!

"As for why Xiaoyong left—" Fu Xiangxiang spread his hands, innocently quite sincere: "I really don't know. Maybe the world is so big, he wants to see it!"

Everyone thought of the little boy who had been in this compound for more than a year but had not moved his nest, and once again doubted life: the world is so big, he wanted to see after Mao met you? !